Rose Garden

Every time you move you creak
A surge of air stirs up dust
All the joints groan and squeak
Unsettling dried blood the color of rust

Regret poisons the air you breathe
Sense of self cloyed with apathy
Broken doors tremble and seethe
Sulfur, ash, blood, and debris

Winding steps bring you further away
Towards a figment of absolution
Threads of reality snap and fray
Damned til you find restitution

Clutch onto the bleeding rose
And forget all you'll ever know

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Sort of loosely based off a book I'm obsessed with,
which I find funny because the book is sort of loosely
based off a poem. Oh the hilarity. Anywho, on to
something of relevant. I know that it's sort of jumpy
and random and doesn't really follow through, but
there was a reason I wrote it like this, hopefully it
wasn't utter crap

Review if you want